More than half of a lifetime!
I don't remember my hometown. I just know that I was born in Vietnam, where there are lots of rice fields. In 1996, when I was nine years old, a lady brought me to Cambodia to be a waitress at a coffee shop. It turns out that I wasn't brought here to be a waitress. I was brought here to fulfill the sexual desires of customers. I was passed back and forth between pimps and brothels. Since that time, my life has been a living hell. I had no contact with my family or the outside world.
Conclusion – Be their Voice!
It is with much regret to relay to you the fact that these stories are just the tip of the iceberg. I have many more stories to share. For the time being, these three stories are enough to convey the painful experiences of these poor girls.